From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Her Father's Daughter   
      
      
                                CHAPTER 1   
      
   The Report Card   
      
         Little Suzy Fisher could hardly wait.  The cute ten-year-old   
   girl was sitting in third row seat of the schoolroom, almost   
   breathless with excitement.  In a moment she would know if her   
   efforts had succeeded.   
         Nobody looking at the sweet innocence of the virginal young   
   beauty would have guessed the turmoil that was running through   
   the child's mind.  Except for a slight flush where her neck had   
   gotten red from excitement, nobody in the room would have ever   
   suspected that little Suzy Fisher was worried about her report-   
   card.  Suzy was an exceptionally precocious little girl, and   
   might normally have been accused of being a "teacher's pet"   
   because of her amazingly good grades.   
         Nobody would ever make such an accusation in John   
   Stockdale's classroom though.  "Mr." Stockdale was as well known   
   and feared by his students for being strict and fair as he was   
   liked by the faculty for the high quality of his teaching.  At   
   the moment, he was busy handing out report-cards to the class.   
   With each name called, a student went up to his desk, exchanged a   
   few words with him, and returned.  A few came back looking glad   
   or excited.  Most came back looking relieved.  Only 2 came back   
   looking as if they weren't pleased with the results, and it was   
   no surprise to Suzy when it came to *those* two.  "Cindy Macon,"   
   called Mr. Stockdale.  Suzy watched as her sexy cousin got up,   
   shook her beautiful long brunette hair over her shoulders from   
   where it had been dangling down to her almost fully developed   
   breasts.  At eleven, Cindy looked much more mature than the   
   6-month difference in their ages would have suggested.  While   
   Suzy looked barely more than a tomboy, with little buds for   
   breasts, and only a slight padding starting to develop on her   
   slim hips, Cindy looked almost like a full-grown woman.  Her   
   swaying hips, and full breasts had more than one of the members   
   of the faculty having wet dreams about getting her alone.  More   
   than one of the older boys in the school had already tried, but   
   Suzy knew that her sexy cousin had turned them all down.  Suzy   
   wasn't sure she could have refused some of the boys if they had   
   asked her, but Cindy seemed to be holding herself back for   
   someone.  Suzy watched as her cousin returned to her seat with a   
   quick glance and a smile that reassured her that her cousin had   
   done OK.   
         "Christ," Suzy muttered to herself.  Wouldn't the man ever   
   get to her?  Only 2 more students remained.  Then only 1.   
   "Finally," Suzy breathed as she got ready to rise and get her   
   report card.  But he didn't call her name.  Instead he said,   
   "That's it, see you all next semester."  The teacher paused and   
   then continued, "Suzy Fisher.  Could I see you in my office for a   
   few minutes.  I'd like to talk to you about your report-card."   
      
         Suzy felt the blood drain from her face, as she turned white   
   as a sheet.  "Oh NO!" she thought, "Not after all this trouble."   
   She couldn't fail now!  As she unsteadily got to her feet she   
   looked around at the faces of the other children whose eyes were   
   on her like spotlights.  She saw sympathy in most of them, but   
   sympathy was not what she wanted.  Right now, she wanted the   
   floor to swallow her up, before she started to cry!  She had   
   worked so hard!  How could she have failed now?   
         John Stockdale ("Mr. Stockdale" to his students) was a stern   
   man, but he wasn't cruel.  When he saw the result his   
   announcement had to his best student, he berated himself for an   
   idiot.   
         "Oh no!" he explained in a rush, "It's not that!  Your   
   grades are fine!  In fact, that's what I wanted to talk to you   
   about."  He paused, then continued, "Are you all right?"   
         He really was worried, because the little girl looked as if   
   she was going to faint right there on the floor in front of   
   everybody.   
         "No, Mr. Stockdale.  I'm fine," Suzy replied, as her breath   
   came back, "Just a little dizzy is all."  The young girl could   
   feel her thin dress clinging to her body like a wet T-shirt.  She   
   realized that all the boys were gawking at her as the material   
   clung to her budding tits, and she could feel her panties were   
   soaked with sweat.   
         Realizing that the show was over, the class started to   
   disperse, but not before Suzy caught a reassuring smile from her   
   best friend and cousin Cindy.   
         Suzy was now starting to feel a little chilly and sticky as   
   the sweat that had broken out, now soaked her clothes.   
   Gratefully, she followed the teacher's waved invitation into the   
   little office next to the main classroom.  This office was as   
   neat as you might have expected for someone like Mr. Stockdale.   
   Suzy slid into the wooden chair that he had available for guests,   
   not noticing that her short little dress, now sticky with   
   perspiration, stuck to the back of the chair as she sat down and   
   lifted the front up almost to her navel, exposing the thin soaked   
   panties that were pulled tight into her pre-pubescent little   
   slit.   
         John Stockdale's breath came out with a rush as he sat down   
   in his chair and noticed how much of the little girl's charms   
   were exposed to his view.  "Ahhh Suzy," he exclaimed, "don't you   
   think you'd better . . ."  He waved an embarrassed arm at where   
   the child was unknowingly exposing herself.   
      
         Suzy looked down, and this time she actually did faint from   
   embarrassment.  "Oh Gawd!" was her last intelligible thought, as   
   she slid to the floor in a boneless heap.  There was a slight   
   ripping sensation, then she was on the floor completely naked   
   from the waist down.  Her dress, still suck to the chair, had   
   gone up around her armpits, while her panties had caught in the   
   leg of the chair as it went over, and almost ripped them   
   completely off.   
         John's first thought was for the child.  He bounded from his   
   chair, and managed to catch her head before it hit the concrete   
   floor.  "Suzy, SUZY!  Are you all right?" he asked, as he cradled   
   the now almost half-naked little girl in his arms.   
         Suzy slowly came around.  Her teacher's face was next to   
   hers and she had never seen him look so worried.  "I'm OK Mr.   
   Stockdale," she said woozily, as she snuggled into the comforting   
   arms of the older man.   
         The teacher continued to hold the little girl as she   
   recovered.  Suddenly, the feel of naked skin on his bare hand,   
   caused him to realize what was happening.  He looked down at the   
   child in his arms, and almost dropped her.  He saw a half-naked   
   little girl in his big burly arms.  One hand was holding onto her   
   naked little ass, while his thumb was sticking between her legs,   
   and almost entering her virginal crack.  A half a pair of white   
   gauzy panties still clung to one leg, but the other was   
      
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